Modern road construction is not known for inducing humour. However, waiting for the traffic lights to change, I felt a smile coming on here. I see stylised native flowers in that paint work. The curving street lamps on the bridge add to the quirky effect.

Early morning, sitting at my desk.A cool breeze through the open doorwhispers around my right shoulder.Later the wind will be easterly and hot,but in this moment I take delight in mychilled right shoulder.

A week to come of hot nights and searing days. I will crave the deep green hedgerows, rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.

I am sick of bloody﻿ leaves. I have raked and bagged and raked again. They are a fire risk, so I am out in our half acre every day filling huge 295 litre leaf sacks, which Alchemist takes to the tip at the weekends. The Shire (council) then shred the leaves and local residents buy the mulch to spread on their gardens!

I have lost my Zen and the art of garden maintenance, but did notice this leaf. I was merciful and let it stay.

The weather is warming up in Australia, so I close all curtains during the day. Our house remains cool and the air conditioner dormant.﻿ As the temperature drops I open curtains, windows and doors again, allowing cross breezes to air the house. Tonight, I was greeted by a pink sky, trees in silhouette and the laughter of Kookaburras. (click on link to see and hear these birds).